If it were only still!— <br />With far away the shrill <br />Crying of a cock; <br />Or the shaken bell <br />From a cow's throat <br />Moving through the bushes; <br />Or the soft shock <br />Of wizened apples falling <br />From an old tree <br />In a forgotten orchard <br />Upon the hilly rock! <br /> <br />Oh, grey hill, <br />Where the grazing herd <br />Licks the purple blossom, <br />Crops the spiky weed! <br />Oh, stony pasture, <br />Where the tall mullein <br />Stands up so sturdy <br />On its little seed!<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pastoral-3/
